In a private room of Guangyuan Restaurant in Beijing, there is an endless stream of waiters coming in and out.

The millennium and National Day of the dynasty have been going on for more than half a month, and most of the people have had enough, and the restaurant business is far less hot than a few days ago.

There were four guests sitting in the box, and they ordered more than a dozen dishes in one go, most of which were light.

These dishes are the most test of kung fu, and the guests have tricky tastes, and they specialize in the palace dishes, which are gluttonous at a glance.

For this reason, the manager of the restaurant specially invited the master chef back from his vacation, and the other party's ancestor is the imperial chef, and several generations have been doing this, so as not to smash the signboard.

In the box, Wang Zhong looked at the dazzling array of delicacies on the table and said:

"It seems that your kid is much more nourished than me, I usually deal with soy milk fritters at work, and you come up and order a table of dishes that I have never heard of."

The king, who had just recovered from a serious illness, sat on the throne, propped his chin on his hand and said:

"They said they could cook palace dishes, so I ordered a few things casually, and I didn't let them do them if it was too troublesome."

Wang Zhong immediately came to his senses, "Look at your tone, is it possible to know some Wang Sun Guixuan?" ”

The Wang family can be regarded as wealthy, but in the final analysis, they are still businessmen, and they are subject to restrictions everywhere.

If the son can climb to the royal family, things will be much smoother in the future, and no matter how bad it is, he will be able to bend down a few times, and he will not have a herniated disc in his waist.

Wang Quanquan fiddled with the glass in front of him and said:

"Is it considered to have been an emperor?"

"Don't make a fuss, although it is not as good as before to take it and cut off your head, but if this is heard by an elderly person, I will scold you."

After speaking, the dishes were ready, and the restaurant manager came over with a wine jar and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for visiting Guangyuan Restaurant, this is our thirty-year-old daughter red, not a tribute."

Wang Zhong is not a lover of wine, but he also drinks with others on weekdays, and at this moment, he secretly praised the atmosphere of the restaurant, and was about to get up to take it, so he heard his son say indifferently:

"Thirty years, you can drink it, put it down."

The young manager was a little embarrassed, he had been in this business for a long time, and he could see any birdman, so he quickly adjusted his mentality and put the valuable drinks on the table.

Wang Quanquan skillfully opened the wine jar, poured himself a large glass, and raised his head to find that the three of them were looking at him with surprised faces.

He reacted immediately, pushed the wine glass in front of his father and said:

"Look at my brain, Dad, you drink first."

After that, he picked up an empty cup and poured himself a glass.

"When did you learn to drink?"

The mother's concerned words sounded, and the king was stunned.

Yes, he's never liked to drink bitter and spicy stuff - before he knew it, he was gradually forgetting everything in his dreams.

Wang Quanquan pushed the wine glass to his father's side, but the other party pushed it back again, and said with a smile:

"When my son grows up, it's okay to drink a little wine, sooner or later he has to learn."

"Lao Wang, he's still a student, what are you doing with all this nonsense?" Zhang Lan frowned.

Wang Zhong was also not happy, "What is messy, this is a social skill." ”

"Since it is a social skill, it is time for him to go to society and learn again, and there is no need to do this in front of his family."

After saying a few words at the dinner table, the two quarreled again, and Dong Yanxin on the side hurriedly persuaded when he saw this:

"Don't say a word, kid watch."

After she reminded them, the two remembered what today's meal was for.

The son was originally excellent in character and learning, but he has become what he is today, and he is inseparable from them.

The two looked at their son guiltily, but saw that the other party had already put a bowl of rice on it, and his mouth was full of oil, and he seemed to be completely unaffected.

"Authority, you ......"

"Done arguing? After the quarrel, I ate it quickly, and the dishes were cold after a while. ”

Wang Quanquan said, picked up the soup spoon and scooped a bowl of soup for Dong Yanxin, "Sister Dong, this white fungus soup is good, you have to taste it." ”

The latter nodded in thanks, impressed with him.

This made the faces of the parents more and more unbearable, and Zhang Lan said softly:

"Son, we weren't right just now, we shouldn't have quarreled when you were just discharged from the hospital."

"Is that just right?"

Wang Quanquan asked rhetorically, and then said while picking up vegetables:

"Actually, I don't blame you, how many husbands and wives can raise their eyebrows and respect each other? The closer they are, the more fierce the quarrel becomes, and finally from love to hate, lovers to enemies, which is normal.

The two of you want to open a little, sometimes it is good for both of you to be separated, maybe you can bump into the right one for you when you go out. ”

After Wang Quanquan finished speaking, he continued to cook, and the other three looked at each other.

The truth is true, but it should not come out of anyone's mouth.

After making eye contact, they all thought that the child was too stimulated, and then deliberately avoided the topic in the chat.

Wang Quanquan was not polite, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, he usually drank five hundred years of immortal wine, this thing is indeed a little difficult to swallow.

The wine rolled back and forth on the tip of his tongue a few times, and he suddenly slapped the table and shouted:

"Little Er, there's a problem with your drink!"

His surprise startled the other three.

The manager quickly trotted to the box, with a professional smile on his face, and asked:

"What happened to this guest?"

"What you gave was not a thirty-year-old daughter red at all, it was just a blend of wine and called your boss."

The young manager's face stiffened, and he forced a smile and said:

"Guest, this wine sells the best in our store and has never had a bad review, how can you be sure that it is blended?"

"Feeling."

The manager's face twitched, and his heart said that he had encountered a smashing field today, and he said patiently:

"You may not be used to drinking this, shall I give you something else?"

"I'm here to eat, and I'm not drinking with you, I'm afraid you're getting a fake, if you don't want to, forget it."

Wang Quanquan was full of indifference, snatched the wine glass from his father's hand and put it aside, and continued to bury his head in cooking.

Seeing this, the manager hesitated, this time the wine did change to the buyer, and it was said that the boss's brother-in-law was looking for someone.

After thinking for a moment, he didn't dare to take the risk after all, so he said "Please wait", turned around and went out to call.

Wang Quanquan continued to eat, holding vegetables in his right hand, and pinching strange laws from time to time with his left hand, the same as the second disease.

After eating and drinking, several people were about to leave, and a man in a leather coat hurriedly walked in, followed by an old man.

The man was frighteningly big, but he spoke slowly:

"This little brother, you just said that there is a problem with the drinks in our store?"

Wang Zhong hurriedly pulled his son behind him, and said with a smile on his face:

"The child is still young and ignorant, so it disturbs your business."

This is the capital, not their hometown of Jujiang, because of their son's accident, they hurried here.

Although there are branches in the capital, at the feet of the noble Son of Heaven, more things are better than less.

The king's authority was not afraid of this, so he picked up the wine jar and handed it to the other party:

"If you don't believe it, you can find someone who knows how to do it."

…… (End of chapter)